The wind was blowing my wind chimes. I could hear them tinkling softly. The long bamboo blind hanging from the ceiling on the porch was also caught in the wind's gentle play. The fronds of the fern on the glass table swayed in a graceful ballet. I, too, sensed myself floating and it was real. I could see it, or more accurately, I could see the effects of it, but even though I felt like I was the wind, I knew I was only a witness of the wind. In my silence, the wind and my awareness had become one, and everything in the wind floating effortlessly had also become one with me in my awareness.
It suddenly became clear to me. Everything is connected through awareness. Everything we see, we are a part of, even though they do not define us. We can see thoughts and feelings float by, just like the wind, but we are not those either, we are only the witness of them. We can feel pain, sorrow, anger, doubt and joy, but again, those are not who we are. Spontaneously and naturally, these things all arise on their own in our awareness. It is only important that we recognize and validate their passing as part of our further growth in awareness.
Even though I knew all these things, I learned again that no one thing, or feeling, or feature of the universe is separate from the whole. The only real me, the only true self, is a part of the whole.